What else is there

All I wanted to do was finish a paper, when who should come hither but my cute cat Nader. He stepped over the keyboard and plopped right down, looking at me with what I'd call a frown. I imagined then what was going through his mind, his tiny little glare penetrating me blind. Hello, hooman, to me you need worshiping, for here I am, I am your everything.


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